#pollux x y/n

[readychilledwine]

2 Truths and a Lie

SJM Villain's Week - Day 3 - Deception

Summary - Having Hunt in his dungeon wasn't enough for his former friend. He wanted to hit him where it would hurt the most.

Warnings - Stealing, lying by omition, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, penetration, power play, boarding dubcon, manipulation, sir/sub dynamics, choking, dumdification, probably something I am missing

A/n - Happy Day 3 of @sjmvillainweek I, uh, plead the 5th

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You were fucked.

Completely and utterly fucked.

You ran faster down the alley, just hoping you could maybe make it inside of a building and fall into a crowd. It wouldn't give you much of a chance, but it would have to be enough of one.

You had no clue what was chasing you, nor who had sent it, but the target on your back had only grown since Hunt disappeared.

You hadn't spoken to your brother in close to 4 years. The only reason you knew he was even still alive was due to whispers of rumors.

Rumors of him and some starborn half fae female.

Rumors of him breaking free of that thorned halo that haunted him.

Rumors he couldn't be bothered To text you or return a call to confirm.

Some brother.

You took a sharp left, sneaking into a shop in the Eternal City before slowing down. You had never been stupid, a rebellious teen turned into a far too street smart female. You quickly snuck a black short dress from a rack slipping into the dressing room undetected. You changed as quickly as you could, forcing jeans down your long legs with a pout.

They were your favorite. But sacrifices had to be made.

Hunt was blessed with lightning. You were blessed with shifting. Your hair went from a dark black to a soft strawberry blonde, freckles appearing as you finished zipping the dress and snuck back out of the fitting room, past the gossiping workers and out the door.

“You aren't as clever as you think you are,” a deep voice fell into step with you. “I can take you somewhere safe.” You glared up at the blonde malakh.

“Pollux,” you said coldly.

“Little viper,” his hands were in his pockets, the rhythmic pattern of you two walking becoming the only noise between The two of you as his left hand slipped to your waist, guiding you wordlessly to the so called safety he was offering.

The apartment building he walked you into was lavish. Columns stood tall to give it a grand feel, a marble floor, a front desk connected to the leasing office. Even the elevator had a guard that just nodded at Pollux as he pressed the button to open the doors before pressing a “P1” button that glowed white.

“Mr. Fancy Pants over here,” you muttered at him. “Pressing a penthouse button.”

Pollux only glanced at you, “You've grown up.” His eyes roamed every inch of you, “How much of this is what you actually look like?”

You shifted your hair back, long dark waves replacing the strawberry blonde, freckles fading. “The rest is me.”

His hum was soft, “Can't say I don't prefer the blonde.” The elevator ticked slower after rushing past floors, a soft ping as each number went by before it slowed down to a surprisingly smooth stop.

You could only scoff as the doors opened and he ushered you inside, “Good thing I do not live to please you, Pollux.”

“Don't you,” he sat, unbothered by the bite in your response, arms flexing. “Live to please me, I mean?”

He smirked as your tongue clicked, the two of you studying each other, mapping out any signs of weakness. He was tense muscle under golden skin, blonde hair, a chiseled face. Physically, you could not find a single thing you didn't find just absolutely stunning. He scratched his stubble lightly, “Not going to respond, little viper? Or perhaps I should call you something different? Snakes don't tend to change their scales, do they?”

“You could call me my name?”

“I could.”

“Where is my brother?”

Pollux paused at that, “You don't know?”

“Clearly not,” your tone was clipped. All your street smart did not necessarily prepare you for the type of male sitting in front of you. The kind that so easily leaned his elbows on his knees, thighs slightly spread as he began to watch you.

“Your brother is with the asteri. In the dungeon,” the answer was vague, but it fell into line with what you last truly knew about Hunt and his job. “He was tied up at the moment. He sent me as soon as we received information you were being chased down.”

You only nodded, hugging yourself slightly,

“I heard rumors of him with some girl-”

Pollux moved to you, your chin in his hand, “That are just rumors. He had a play thing for a bit. That's where that came from.”

“He never answers my calls?”

“He's busy,” Pollux moved his hand from your chin to the strands of hair hanging in your shoulder. “You are such a pretty little thing, you know that?”

He was far too close to yours, his face angled perfectly. Teenage you, the one who dreamed of hooking up with Hunt's friends out of spite, she was screaming.

“I have other qualities,” your voice was weaker than intended.

“I don't really care about those right now.”

You didn't have time to breathe before he was on you. The battle for dominance was useless for you. He manhandled you with ease, a hand on the back of your neck holding you exactly where Pollux wanted. His lips tasted like methol, be it from cigarettes or tooth paste you weren't sure.

Pollux was intoxicating. The air of danger that surrounded the Hammer was no lost on you. This male, this powerful being was one of the favored malakh. A male so few got away with fucking with. And right now, he was yours.

He lifted you with practiced ease, moving you to another room without breaking the messy kiss he had you in. Her dropped you unceremoniously on the bed ripping his own shirt. Before you could even move to touch him, he had both of your wrists in on hand, forcing you down and laying them above your head, “They stay here.” The tone of his voice would stay with you, that deep baritone aching in your bones. “You don't move until I say you can, do you understand.”

“Yes, sir,” his gaze shot to your face at your response, a brow raising as he smirked.

“Well, you have one trait over your brother.” The stolen dress was ripped off of you, cheap fabric easily splitting in two. “Obedience.”

Pollux was never above lying to get what he wanted, and what he wanted right now was you. Be if for vengeance, for another way to hurt Hunt, or just his own selfish greed to claim and dominate beautiful things.

He knew if you had known where Hunt truly was, his hands wouldn't be exploring every dip and curve of your body. He wouldn't be mapping each scar and freckle like he was discovering new land. No. He'd be very much missing this opportunity with you. He'd lie to his own grave for this.

Fucking the sister of his traitor friend?

Priceless.

Pollux gently squeezed your breasts, “You're going to be the best girl for me, aren't you? Listen well and do as I say?”

Your eyes had started to get the hazy unfocused look, lips slightly parted as you nodded and looked at him. Heat had settled deep into your body, flowing through your veins like liquid fire. That feeling was becoming a drug. One you'd so rarely felt, but he was bringing out of you so easily.

Pollux began to kiss your jawline, memorizing every noise, every sensitive spot. He'd whisper them in your brother's ear later, brag to him about how he bit the spot just below your ear and you gasped for him, back arching like a desperate whore as he toyed with you. He would mark every inch of you, ripping at tender flesh on your neck until it bruised.

Each motion put your scent on him, his on you.

His kissed went lower, licking your collarbones before nipping the left the the right. His tongue licking down your chest until he reached his first destination. Pollux held eye contact with you as he licked the first sensitive bud, sucking your right nipple until it formed a perfect peak in his mouth. Once he was satisfied there, he switched sides, drinking in the noises you made for him as chills went through your body.

“Sensitive little thing,” he whispered the words into your skin, voice deep with his own lust. “You like when I kiss your body, princess?”

“Yes sir,” it was more of a moan than words, one slightly pained as he bit your side, flicking his tongue to soothe the mark he'd left on your ribcage.

His journey down your body didn't stop until your thighs sat over his wide shoulders, “Let's see if you taste as sweet as you're acting.” Torture. It was torture as his tongue dragged through you, licking at your most sensitive place. Pollux considered eating pussy an art form. One he so rarely treated Lidia to, but you, you he would savor. Licking every inch of you until he had his fill. Your clit, your entrance, you so frequently ignored labia. Pollux treated tasting you like he had paid for a 5 star meal. It had your toes curling as he moaned against you, your body arching.

That tightness you knew all too well began to settle In your stomach as he threw his forearm over your hips, stopping you from moving. He caught you whispering his name, the sound of it making him feel as if he were a god. One finger pushed into you, curling up to find your spot as he began running figure 8s with his tongue up and down your clit.

You were not silent when you unexpectedly came. You were a tidal wave, a silent scream falling into whimpers as he praised you through your high, his thumb and finger working at you bringing you down gently as he prepared you for his aching cock.

He couldn't get his pants off fast enough for either of you, regretting his choice to leave them on. He'd never felt this anxious during sex before. He was a confident male, cocky even. But you clearly saw why once he was bare. He gave you a look when your wrists moved, a silent warning of his earlier command. “What did I say?”

“They stay above my head, sir.” He followed your line of sight, smirked as he realized that your eyes were in him, hungry and waiting.

“That's my Good Girl,” he settled between your thighs, one leg being forced around his waist while the other went over his shoulder. “Breathe for me,” he wasn't gentle once he knew he was lined up. He entered you in one movement, watching as your eyes squeezed shut another scream tumbling from your lips as his heavy length filled every inch of you.

He was kind enough to give you a moment to breathe and adjust before one roll of his hips became another then another. The pace increased more and more as you laid there helpless to do anything but let him take and take, pulling you apart at the seams. He was shameless in this mission, his sole goal now to make your warm walls flutter around him. His hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him, “You watch me when I fuck you. Got it?” He smirked at your wordlessly nodding, the moans falling from your lips as he held your face there before moving that grip to your throat.

Pollux was electrical. He was magnetic. He was a force of nature, a storm you should have been afraid of, but here you were, below him, calling him sir as he overpowered you. The hand not holding your throat held your hip, forcing you to meet every movement he made, rougher and harder with each passing second.

You'd never last like this, not with the sight of his wings flaring behind him, feeling like some form of damnation instead of the salvation they were believed to represent. And Pollux knew. He could feel your body's response, feel you hugging him tighter, your walls beginning to twitch. He saw the moment your brain shut off, the moment he made you go cock dumb.

He decided then and there he would not kill you.

You were of no use to him dead.

This apartment was his, he would keep you here. Alive, aching, yearning. His new favorite toy.

“Please sir, may I come?” And those 5 words sealed that fate.

“You may, princess.” Pollux watched as you fell apart for him. He watched and counted each rule you broke. Hands moving you grip the wrist squeezing your throat. 2 spankings he'd give you later, swearing. Another spanking. Not thanking him. Another.

He counted each of those things again as he shut off the light, leaving you sleeping in his bed as he redressed without shower. The ride down to the dungeon felt like it was taking far too long, his smirk growing as he entered the room Hunt, Ruhn, and Baxian were hung up in. Pollux simply walked close to Hunt saying nothing as the shell of the Umbra Mortis sniffed him, his face falling farther as he did.

“Don't fucking touch her!”

“Already did,” Pollux replied smoothly as Athalar pulled on his chains, a new fire in him. “And I will again.”

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[roxannefrostfox]

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[captainjacklyn]

Hey, yo, you probably saw me on one of your posts. I was wondering if you could do the arcana twilight characters reacting to reader training Precious to destroy sisuris's balls l, I'm so sorry for this post, but I had to. You could skip if you want to. Also, sorry for misspelling sisuris name.

HAHAHAHAGHDJWEH- no worries my friend, there is absolutely no harm done on your part, I'm glad you enjoy that crack shit post and I hope you enjoy reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it.

character(s) : spica, alpheratz, arcturus, pollux, vega

warning(s) : someone's balls being obliterated, a feral ferret and a vengeful summoner that just wants to see blood.

Spica

Speechless and just straight up lost, man is just looking at us for a good minute before continuing to walk down the aisle like nothing happened.

for reference his face looked like this :

He says nothing, he's just confused and tells himself that he needs coffee thinking he's hallucinating due to all the work he has to do.

don't even bother explaining, Spica will pass out and Precious is going to take that opportunity to destroy.

"Wrong target Precious I'm not letting you hurt rapunzel."

"AHDJEREJHR !"

Alpheratz

Hype man right here, he's literally helping you coach that killing machine to end Sirius.

Precious actually stops trying to rip his wig off and is now accepting him as a friend, sort of.

I love this trio ! A batshit crazy animal, their batshit insane owner and the owner's boyfriend who hates the same person they hate.

Once precious is released into the city to found that sexy gun man, it's over for him.

It crawls it's way through the streets, hissing at anything in it's way until it finds the legs of the enemy..and CRUNCH GOES THE BALLS OF THE ASSHOLE-

*screams in agony*

Arcturus

[Name] I don't think you have to- "HAJSKFBEFUEKR-"

Precious held on to his leg for a week, it didn't wanna let go for even a minute. Had to constantly keep this ginger man in a hospital because the moment he got out he would bleed extensively.

Once it got off of him, you just continued to train your unhinged creature.

Precious is really going balls out for the game I'll tell ya that, we're not just speaking about the nutcracker here we're talking about the sacrifice of future generations as well.

This poor dude is just standing on the sidelines like : you don't have to do this but I still support you because that's really all I can do...

Pollux

Oh he means business.

We got another coach right here- bro is going to ANNIHILATE sirius and whatever is left.

Although he keeps wincing whenever it actually happens, I mean they're both guys he knows just how painful it can get.

It's really terrifying to be honest just witnessing something that violent.

I mean who would expect this :

to act like THIS :

That's pollux trying to hold it, Precious is completely calm and rational with it's beloved owner.

Vega

._.

wut ?

like Spica, he will stand there, but not like Spica, he will remain standing there for a very long time.

Even Precious stops bitting the plastic toy that now looks like it's been shredded, even you stop encouraging your cute psychopath of a beast.

why are you giving it more attention ? HIIIIIISSSSSSSS-

He doesn't give a shit, we all know just how much of a simp he gets when it comes to you.

I love how I skipped the part where Precious tried to lunge at him and remove his eyeballs from his eye sockets.

You luckily managed to avoid that, but now you got an animal and a touch-starved white boy clinging onto you for dear life.

Vega I need to proceed with my ferret's training so could you please ? no. ...You're lucky you're just as adorable as my electric saw. BFUKETGEHTK$#$ PRECIOUS STOP SWEARING-

Have a good day I hope you liked it.

[xoxochb]

Can I request Percy x Dionysus!Kid

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warnings: based on this prompt, established relationship pairing: percy jackson x daughter of dionysus

“what the actual hell” percy runs a hand through his hair

“I can not emphasize enough how much this was not my fault” you defend, crossing your arms

“really?” percy questions “then who did this?”

you throw your hands up dramatically. “my brother probably, I don’t know”

“why would pollux climb a bookshelf?”

“maybe he wanted the hidden wine at the top”

“the wine that’s now spilt on the floor? along with the bookshelf and the books?”

you nod your head. “yep”

“okay… so if I went and asked pollux right now if he did this he would say yes?”

“what’re you? my dad? just help me clean it up before he sees it!”

you drop to the ground and begin picking up the shards of glass belonging to what once was a bottle of wine. you sigh when you look back up at percy who stands watching

“If I confess I did it will you help me?”

he nods. “fess up, y/l/n”

you roll your eyes. “I wanted wine. pollux told me there was a hidden bottle up there so I wanted to check. he removed the screws last night so when I went to climb it the whole thing collapsed”

percy breaks out into a laughing fit, tears, doubling over, and everything. you glare at him in return.

“you…” he wipes a tear from his eye “you fell off the bookshelf?”

you stand up, placing the glass on the coffee table. “laugh it up. but remember if it was you that fell you would’ve been crying like a little baby”

“you were crying?!” percy’s laughing fit does not stop

you cross your arms again. “I fell off the bookshelf, dumbass! of course I was crying, I got hurt!”

percy continues to laugh but when his breathing goes back to normal he wipes away the tears along his cheeks and his hands find a home on your waist

“I’m sorry, y/n/n. are you okay?” he asks with a lingering grin

“no I’m not okay! my boyfriend was just laughing at my failure!!”

“I said I was sorry!”

“well you’re surely not forgiven”

his grin dissolves into a smirk before he plants a singular soft kiss to your lips

“am I forgiven now?”

you squint your eyes at him and shake your head. “you’ll be forgiven once this mess it cleaned up”

“great! I’ll find new screws, don’t move”

percy eagerly runs out of the big house to retrieve the missing screws from your bother. you crouch back down on the floor and continue picking up glass before another familiar voice speaks behind you,

“peter johnson? that’s the best you could do?”

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 24

Finnick x Y/N

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The moment y’all have been waiting for…

Content Warnings - Very descriptive gore, death, injury, lizard mutts

Your body is full of aches and chills as you trudge your way through the capital sewers. You definitely have a fever but there’s not much the squad can do at this point. They’re determined to get to Snow’s mansion.

Luckily, one of the cameramen knows the underground routes of the capital so the group isn’t at risk of getting lost. Every inch of you protests as you walk deeper underground but with no way to contact the rebels, you’re stuck with your squad for the time being.

The group finally decides to take a break and enters a small room that’s out of the water. You slouch down in the corner away from everyone else. Finnick comes to sit near you but you growl at him.

“Get away from me!” you snap, causing the group to look at you. Finnick sits near you anyways but doesn’t make any move to touch you.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asks. You shake your head no and the movement sends pain up your neck.

“My neck,” you groan. Finnick makes you tilt your head up so he can look.

“It’s spreading,” he sighs. He calls Jackson over to your corner.

“Is there anyway we can get her to medical?” he asks the woman. “It’s up to her neck now.”

“I’m sorry but communications are still down,” she shakes her head.

“I’m getting Katniss,” Finnick tells you. You want to protest but your eyes are really heavy as sleep tugs at you.

“She says it started with the headache,” he tells Katniss as she crouches down to look at the veins on your neck. “It was just on her arm but it’s been spreading. It’s not from a pod.”

“If it was something in the bloodstream it would be spreading faster,” she observes. “I’m thinking whatever it is, it’s not a poison from an external source. I’ve never seen this before.”

“Get away from me!” you sleepily snap at her. She moves and you quickly fall into a fitful sleep.

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

Katnissss

Tick! Tock!

Tick! Tock!

Katnisssssss

You jolt awake to Finnick shaking your shoulder.

“Mutts,” he tells you. “We have to move now!”

Suddenly full of adrenaline, you bolt through the murky depths of the sewers as the hissing gets louder. The veins seem to be spreading faster now, crawling their way up your neck to your jaw. Your squad mates panic at the sight of you but they all have bigger things to worry about right now.

You find yourself crawling through a small hole in the wall behind Finnick. You both stare as Jackson goes to enter the hole but she’s suddenly attacked by the mutts. At the sight of them, the black veins pulse upwards and start to rapidly spread.

“Come on!” Finnick yells at you. He doesn’t want to touch you but he will if it means pulling you to safety.

The two of you quickly catch up to the rest of the group. Katniss and Gale shoot arrows at the mutts, taking them down in clumps. Finnick makes you stay behind him as he spears the monsters with his trident. He had tried to give you a weapon but you refused it as your hands were in too much pain from the substance spreading inside of you.

The group progresses forward but the mutts don’t stop coming. Finally, someone sees a way out. Pollux motions for the group to climb a ladder but your vision is getting hazy and the sound of a clock pounding in your head blocks out everything around you.

Finnick watches in horror as your bright eyes fill with an inky black substance. You let out a low growl before lunging at one of the mutts and ripping its head off with your bare hands.

You quickly make work of the mutts in the room, ripping off limbs and gouging out eyes. Your squad continues to climb the ladder, leaving only you, Finnick, and Gale left at the bottom. You can’t see them though, you can only focus on your deep primal instinct to kill anything that comes at you.

One of the mutts catches you off guard, hitting you in the head. You cough up blackened blood before sinking your fingers into the creature and ripping out its tongue. It’s teeth graze your hand but you can’t feel anything but the urge to kill.

Finnick has to stop Gale from trying to pull you up the ladder.

“Don’t touch her!” Finnick warns. “She’ll kill you. She can’t recognize any of us.”

Gale quickly backs off and proceeds up the ladder. Finnick, though, had a predicament. How was he supposed to get you out of there without touching you? At this point even him being near you may set you off. He can’t just leave you here.

“Katniss!” he calls up, still fighting off mutts with his trident. “Sedative on an arrow. Now!”

Katniss understands exactly what Finnick wants her to do. She dips the tip of an arrow in sedative and shoots it into your shoulder. Not fatal, but hopefully it would knock you out.

The arrow to your shoulder further fueled your rage. You turn towards the ladder and grin, black foam spilling from your lips like a rabid animal. You go to make a leap towards your assailant when a mutt jumps onto your back, dragging you into the water.

The group watching can’t tell who’s blood is in the water, but there’s a lot of it. Scale covered flesh floats to the surface along with black blood. Finnick wants to help but he can’t see where the mutt is and he doesn’t want to stab you.

What feels like an eternity later, you emerge from the water, holding the spinal cord of the lizard mutt, the rest of its body in pieces around you. The remaining mutts recoil at the sight and slowly back away, fearing your presence.

You let out a deep growl, blood spilling from your mouth as the sound reverberates off the walls. At this, the mutts slither back down the tunnels, leaving you and Finnick alone.

As the adrenaline leaves your body, you begin to feel the excruciating pain of your wounds. Finnick is calling your name but everything is fuzzy. The inky substance flows from your eyes and ears as the soft tick of a clock pulls you under.

Ok but the urge to kill Gale was real lol

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[danikamariewrites]

Anxious

Hunt x reader

Warnings: anxiety, anxiety attack, Pollux

You couldn’t stop the shaking of your hand as you reached for the elevator button. There was no reason you should be shaking. But your mind wouldn’t stop racing.

You felt like you were missing something and it sent you spiraling. Between work, the summer holidays, and how busy Hunt had been, it was like a piece of an unsolvable puzzle in your brain was missing.

The elevator of the Comitium lurched causing you to jump, gripping the cool metal railing of the glass box.

Focusing on the lit up floor numbers you take deep calming breaths. You just wanted to enjoy lunch with your boyfriend. The ding has you anxious, bouncing on the balls of your feet to get out of the tiny space.

As soon as the doors parted you raced out onto the office floor.

You keep taking deep breaths as you walk through the desks of angels working, none of them paying any attention to you. Keeping your head down you miss the male in front of you, walking straight into his chest.

“Sorry,” you mutter. Looking up you take in the menacing grin and perfect blonde hair. Pollux.

The blood thirsty angel has always made you nervous. From Hunt’s stories alone, seeing him from afar gave you chills and a bad feeling in your gut. Seeing him up close is a whole other thing. There’s nothing kind or genuine in those eyes. Only threat assessment. You could see the gears turning in his mind. How could he use you to cause Hunt the most pain? You didn’t want to find out.

The thoughts made your already racing heart pound against your rib cage. Pollux’s smirk widened at the scent of your anxiety. “Well, well what do we have here?” His mocking tone sent shivers down your spine. “Athalar’s little toy.”

You felt like you were about to drop to your knees and throw up. It was taking an insurmountable effort to keep looking Pollux in the eye. He was the last thing you needed to be looking over your shoulder for on top of all your other responsibilities.

Breathing became a chore again. Your hands shaking along with your knees. Why were you here? Didn’t you have things to do?

“Pollux!” A crackle of electricity went through the air with the deep growl. You felt everyone stop. The tension in the air thick as Hunt stomped toward Pollux.

Hunts nostrils flare at the scent of your worry. His usually soft eyes turn hard and unforgiving as he looks at Pollux. Hunt grabs the fucker by his shoulders, pushing him away from you hard. His cold laugh has you looking away from the males.

Hunt snarls at the fucker. Gently grabbing your Hunt guides you over to the balcony. Scooping you in his arms, Hunt takes off, flying fast and far away from the Comitium. After what feels like hours of listening to Hunt's soft wing beats he lands in the park by the Istros.

Getting out of his arms you make a beeline for the shade of the closest tree. You drop to the ground, running your fingers through the cool grass to calm down. Hunt follows, kneeling next to you. You can hear him saying something but the beating of your heart was too loud to make out his words.

Hunt moves to sit knee-to-knee with you. His wings move to hide you from the world. Hunt gently holds your face in his large hands. You look at him through blurry eyes. Tears welling and falling thick down your cheeks. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Was it Pollux?” He asked with an edge in his voice.

You shake your head no. “It’s just…everything. And I feel like there is just so much I should be doing, but I’m not.” You give Hunt a defeated look along with the saddest pout you’ve ever given him. Hunt pulls you to his chest, smoothing your hair.

“It’s going to be ok, y/n,” he said in a hushed tone. “You’re not alone sweetheart. Let me help you, yeah.” You bury your face into his chest, clinging to him as Hunt pulls you into his arms. Hunt carefully lifts off taking you back home.

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

25: Tickle His Jiggling Bone

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Putting the last item on the shelf, you sigh in satisfaction while folding up the cardboard box. You’re not often the one who has to stock up the shelves, but Pollux, your boss(?), seemed really down and slumpy today, so you took it upon yourself to help him out.

You didn’t know this about him, but his body is, apparently, not very solid and corporeal. He can morph his body to whatever shape he wants, which explains his humanoid features first since he has seen them in human storybooks.

As of right now, his clothes had piled onto the floor while his body was a black blob on the counter. He would manifest a little baby hand to scan the customer's items, bag them, and take their gold. His face was just 2 white dots for eyes that occasionally blinked so cutely.

Yeah, you don’t know. He seems a little sad. You want to ask him what’s wrong, but it’s been surprisingly busy so you haven��t had the time.

You stack the folded cardboard boxes behind the aisle flush against the wall, taking a mental note to throw those out later. There’s a chime at the door, signaling another customer coming in. You look to see who it is, smiling because she’s actually a regular here.

It was one of the bunny monsters named Callimare (no, not the same bunnies from Snowdin), she was really sweet and giggly, and you two became fast friends. She is a white bunny who dresses very femininely and is the embodiment of “girl,” you don’t know how else to describe her. Her name also sounds familiar to something else, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. She’s so little, even by monster standards, barely reaching up to your waist.

[And that is saying something, considering how short YOU are. / Though you are rather tall, it doesn’t help her out when every other monster is taller than her still. / You think you’re pretty average in height, but it still doesn’t help out the poor bunny monster in comparison.]

Callimare smiles widely and bounces towards you, smelling of pleasant vanilla flowers and sugar.

Ugh, what a cutie.

“Oh, good afternoon, [Y/n],” She greets softly, making you feel loved, “I see Mr. Geminorum is feeling down again. What happened this time?”

…Geminorum? Like Gemini? Like the Gemini constellation? Ahh, Undertale is so clever with naming.

“This is normal behavior for him, then?” You ask her, peeking a glance at the blob.

“Hmm, I suppose it is. His grandmama must’ve given him an earful again, that’s usually what gets him so down,” Callimare gestures for you to bend over so she can whisper closely, “You didn’t hear it from me, but she is the super strict type! Even though the store has been better under Mr. Geminorum’s care, she treats him badly because she still sees the store like it’s her territory…!”

Oh dang. You were under the impression that the old lady who ran the place was a sweet lady since Red Bird gave you a good impression of her. Maybe it’s only towards Pollux? if so, then that’s just sad. That man is so sweet and kind, always being considerate of your feelings and the customers. He’s gotten the hint already that you weren’t interested in him in that way, and he started treating you more normally and happily accepted your friendship.

The customers, new or regular, always treat him kindly too because of how nice Pollux is. To think he gets mistreated by his own family is sad and makes you bitter. You’re lucky that you were able to distance yourself from a toxic family when you were on the surface, but you know it’s not that easy for everyone else.

You frown while looking at the blob that is Pollux, “Poor guy… Maybe we should take him out somewhere after our shift to cheer him up…”

Callimare beams with a smile, “Yes, that’s a wonderful idea! Maybe we can hit uptown Snowdin and go to Grillby’s!”

Oh, boy. It’s not like you want to risk going anywhere else, so you’ll just deal with it. It IS Monday too, so there won’t be a lot of people there… hopefully.

“Yeah, that sounds great. And hey,” You grin mischievously and poke her forehead, “We should invite Snowmill, too. You guys can totally bond and get closer.”

Madly, magically, the bunny blushed pink and it showed through her white fur. Her paws hide her face as she shakes her head.

“H-He and I… He and I are just… friends…”

You deadpan, “Girl, be so fucking for real.”

“So blunt…!”

“You two are so clearly into each other, and from what I know, it’s mutual and really healthy,” You raise an eyebrow, “I don’t understand why you’re wasting time pretending it’s not real.”

She pouts slightly and lowers her hands, fiddling with her pink dress, “Well… it’s… scary. What if we’re better as friends than we would be as a couple? You’ve heard of that, yes? People who are great as friends, but terrible as partners for each other.”

You do understand that, actually. You can’t say you’ve personally experienced it, but you can still understand what she means. You’ve had a few friends before who were great friends, but were a terrible friend to you.

In another case, your adoptive mother.

She was a great friend to you but was a terrible mother.

But… You wouldn’t give up the experience of knowing her for the world. Maybe you would’ve been better for it, but it also taught you a lot, good and bad.

“I get that. I really do. I just…” You shake your head, patting her head, “Are you more content to just staying friends never knowing if it would’ve been worth it? Even if–IF it doesn’t turn out great in the end, does it mean it’s not worth it at all?”

Callimare looks down at her feet, thinking over what you said with reverence. Fortunately (or unfortunately) for her, the bell chimes again with a new customer coming in. You don’t even have to check who it is to know. If Callimare is here, then so is the second regular.

A dog-type monster with red and grey coloring walks in like he owns the place. He was the embodiment of a skater boy, which you think is perfect for the fact that Callimare is so ballerina-coded. This cliche shit just writes itself, you swear. He was really quiet, but not with Callimare. You think in another life, they would’ve been so Mitsuri and Obanai coded, you love them so much. They’re so obviously in love.

You move away when the dog monster makes his way towards the bunny monster, keeping your senses keen to listen in to their conversations. You walk to the counter and stand in front of Pollux.

Poor baby,

You lean over and cross your arms on the counter, resting your cheek against your arms as you smile at the smokey blob.

“Hey there, champ,” You grin, “How’re you feeling?”

“Mmh…”

“Yeah, I know. You free after we close? Callimare and I are planning to go to Grillby’s to hang out,” You look back at her and her boy toy, “She might invite Snowmill, too. You up for it?”

His little dot eyes blink up at you. He’s speaking without a visible mouth, but you’ve gotten used to magic being the explanation for everything.

“That’s so nice of you… Wish I could, but I have to do inventory tonight,” He sighs, his blob form slumping even further, “Sorry… Wish I-”

“-Don’t apologize, Pollux. We can always go tomorrow, or another day, right? We don’t have to hang out only on my workdays,” You huff with irritation, “If Marcine was here, we wouldn’t have to worry so much about inventory. You weren’t kidding when you said she wasn’t reliable.”

He chuckles softly, “Yeah, I think she’s avoiding you.”

Dang.

“Oh, well. I don’t really care. You’re great enough, you know?”

His weird blush shows up again, “Wednesday… We can all hang out on Wednesday, right?”

You nod eagerly, “Yeah, Wednesday! it’s my day off, so it’ll be perfect.”

“Hey… Can you turn around for a sec?”

You raise an eyebrow, doing as he says, “Uh… sure?”

In doing so, you get a good view of Snowmill talking with Callimare. Her fluffy cheeks were dark red as she nervously played with the hem of her dress. Snowmill is like a nonchalant dreadhead or something because he has a stone-cold expression. Though his hands were behind his back, they were slightly shaking so maybe he was just as nervous as her.

How cute, you want that for you.

Pollux clears his throat, signaling you to turn around. Lo and behold, your precious Pollux was back to his humanoid form, fitting properly into his clothes with that awkward smile on his face.

“Sor–Erm, I know I wasn’t myself just now, but I’m-I’m good now.” He clears his throat and jerks his head towards Callimare and Snowmill, “Those two will be a while like always, so we can clean up a little.”

“Thanks, boss!”

His blush ten-folds, “You don’t have to keep calling me that…!”

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Since Pollux was doing inventory tonight, you didn’t have to help close for tonight. To your surprise, Sans was waiting for you right outside, leaning by a tree nearby with his eyes closed. You wonder if he’s actually catching a few Z’s or if he’s only resting his eyes.

You clear your throat, your second suspicious being correct since he doesn’t look surprised at your arrival. He pushes himself off the tree and winks.

“you look like you’re in a good mood,” He comments in a soft tone.

You shrug your shoulders, “I guess I am. I finally got plans with my work friends, so now you can’t call me a loner anymore, bone boy.”

“wow, that is cause for a celebration. but also so sad for me,” Sans puts a hand to his forehead like he’s a Victorian man who just caught sight of a maiden’s ankle, “now i’m the loner, we can’t be loners together anymore.”

You roll your eyes, “Anywayyy, you never come here after I get off work, is everything okay? Did something happen?”

The skeleton puts his hands in his pockets, shifting his weight to one leg, “and here i was trying to keep it light and casual.”

“Much appreciated, but you should know by now that I’m a little smarter than that,” You try to soften your expression despite your growing anxiety, “Come on, Sans. We can be honest with each other, right? You can tell me what’s wrong.”

He nods, suddenly his smile strained and anxious. Sans has always been smiling around you, though sometimes it’s less forced, and sometimes it’s barely there, but it never goes away. It makes it hard to discern his expression (especially because he’s not a fucking cartoon skeleton, it still freaks you out) or read him properly, but his strange eye sockets give him away each time.

“Hey, if you’re not ready to tell me-”

“-no, no that’s not it…” He sighs heavily, though you can’t see his breath in the cold for obvious reasons, “there’s something i needa show you, it’s related to my old man. you haven’t had any other dreams about him, right?”

Wait, does he mean Gaster? So he found some other lead about him? You know Sans told you he’d look into it, but you didn’t think he’d find something so soon.

“No, I haven’t had any other dreams about him, none that I remember anyway,” You’re a little nervous and excited if you’re honest, “You need to show me something then? Lead the way, Sans.”

“right, well… it’s in my workshop, so let’s get going.”

HIS WORKSHIP?? THE WORKSHOP?! Oh fuck, so it’s serious serious?!

“Are we not gonna take a shortcut?”

“uhh, nah, i–wanna stall as long as possible.”

…Yeah, okay, fair enough.

“Wanna hear about my day, then?” You ask him, “Callimare and Snowmill were flirting again today, but you won’t believe what happened to poor Pollux.”

“isn’t that the guy who likes you?”

“I think he’s gotten over his crush by now, bone boy. But yes, that’s who I’m talking about. You know that twink form he has going on? Apparently, it’s not even his real form! He can manipulate it to whatever he wants!”

You’re so good at talking about nothing for a long time, it’s a great talent you had to learn to be perceived as normal by society. You want to think you helped calm the atmosphere with your yapping as you two made it back to uptown Snowdin. It’s not that late when you get off work, though it doesn’t matter since you can’t tell time due to it always looking bright outside.

Still, the monsters can tell a lot better than you, you suppose that’s why there aren’t many out and about. It IS a Monday, after all, hating Mondays is still a universal thing even in the Underground.

“Should we have dinner first so Papyrus isn’t staring out of his window longingly, wondering when his family will return from the war?” You ask as you two near his house.

“that’s an oddly specific scenario, but yeah, good idea. what i have to tell you… we’re gonna both need time to process.” He answers ominously because he understands nothing about keeping it chill all of a sudden.

“You’re so emo.”

“hey.”

“But fine, we can wait until after dinner. What is your brother making tonight?”

“uhh… i think he called it a spaghetti taco?”

No fucking way…

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You get dressed into something more comfortable by the time Sans has put Papyrus to bed. You’re starting to see a trend here with doing important things after Papyrus’ bedtime. You feel a little bad about it, you don’t want to treat him like he’s actually an incompetent child. That’s one of the things you never liked Sans doing in the game, you don’t want to start making it a habit too.

“hey,” Sans, the man of the hour, appears suddenly at the bottom of the staircase, “you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be. Does your brother know we’re stepping out?”

“no, but it’s not important if he does. ‘sides, my workshop is right around the corner.”

You squint at him. You know what he did. “Why do I feel like you’re setting me up for a pun again?”

“hehe, why don’t you come with me and see?”

Suspicious ass laugh–the fuck he think he is?

You follow after Sans, letting him lead you even though you know where the workshop is. You close the door quietly behind yourself, following him to behind the house. You made sure to sigh heavily to let Sans know you were not amused with his pre-emptive pun from earlier.

The door looked worn out and lightly covered in snow. There’s a recent track in the snow of the door being opened, and the doorknob was clean, too. To your surprise, Sans doesn’t pull out a key to unlock it, probably because he knew you two would be back here soon anyway. He opens the door for you and gestures for you to go in first, so you do.

The light is dim when you go in, it was pretty clean and tidy- more than you were expecting anyway. The blueprints were still on that counter, as well as the large, purple blanket draped over that suspicious structure.

You could be wrong, but you don’t remember being two beanbags in this room. They’re close to the broken machine, sitting across from each other. Could it be that Sans added them? Either way, you take a seat on the dark blue one because the other one is bright pink and you think it’ll be funny to see Sans sit in it.

Speaking of, he closes the door behind himself and locks it, making you nervous. You wait for him to sit down, the pink beanbag being on the side of the room close to the counter with blueprints. Though, he gets something from one of the drawers before he sits. Looks like a notebook-

“so…” He sinks into the beanbag, “how’s the weather?”

…Heh?

“I mean, it’s alright. Same as usual, I think,” You smile, “Uhm, does small talk help you calm down?”

“no, not really. but… throw me a bone here, this is not… this isn’t the easiest thing to talk about, y’know?” Sans answers, looking at the covered machine, “i don’t even know where to start…”

You sit up the best you can, “You said earlier that it was about Gaster, so we can start from there?”

“that’s–probably one of the last things we should talk about. i’ll just…  i guess i’ll just say it.”

Sans takes a deep breath and sits up as best as he can as well. He sets the notebook down on his lap and clasps his gloved hands on top of it. His smile is barely there as he’s struggling to maintain his facade.

Then, he pops the question.

“have you ever heard of alternate universes and timelines?”

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Ithan x Reader | Rude Boy

type: angst, suggestive warning(s): cursing, nightclub, alcohol consumption, vulgar wording word count: 2.6k words request: Omg omg since ur writing for ithan holstrom i was wondering if you would write like a second chance fic with like a lot of angst and like them being broken up, she's tryna get over him, and he is possessive so she dirty dances with any of the other guys like flynn or tharion and he's just like get the fuck off my girl like huh?

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“And what does that mean now?” “That I cannot stand it anymore,” Ithan growls, his jaw tense, his expression so very angry. 

“So you are breaking up with me?”

“Yes, I am.” Ithan shudders when he turns away from you, only to turn back at you, glowering. “You never have time for him. Everything else is more important than me. Your studies, your friends, your work, even your guy best friends.”

You don’t have guy best friends. The most you have are Danaan and Flynn as your friends but you only met them through Lidia and only befriended them through her and through your relationship with Ithan. But they are not your guy best friends, they are friends and that is it. You also only ever spend time with them when all of your are together.

“That is not true,” you say, your voice quivering. Your feel your lower lip tremble, your lashes dampening. “I was just busy this last week.” “And the week before. And before that as well.” Ithan pauses, his chest heaving with deep inhales. “If you no longer wanted to spend time with me, you should have just said so.”

“That is not true.”

It was the last conversation you had with Ithan, packing your things on that day and leaving his place. Crying you return to your own apartment, the one you share with Lidia Cervos. She is sitting on the living room couch, her legs thrown over Ruhn’s lap, both of them laughing loudly. Your heart cracks open once again, a sob parting your lips.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you breath out, dashing through the corridor, back to your room, nearly stumbling over your own feet and the bags filled with things you had at Ithan’s place. Slamming the door shut behind you, you fall face forward into the bed, letting your tears run free, your weeps muffled by the pillow that slowly gets wet from your tears. A door falls close somewhere in the flat and you assume Lidia and Ruhn have gone to her room. But you thought wrong, as a soft knock sounds at your door a moment later and soon the door is opened.

“Y/N?” Lidia’s voice fills the room and your hear her walk in. You lift your head, your blurry vision hindering you from seeing the expression of her face. But you have a feeling it is pained. You and Lidia have gotten extremely close over the past years, you have helped her a lot to get out of the relationship with Pollux, offered her a place to stay and protected her, kept her safe when he showed up here. Her heart breaks when another sob slips through your lips and she hurdles over to you, sitting down the bed and cradles your face in her hands. “Oh baby, what has happened?”

Lidia swings her legs onto the bed, leaning against the headboard, her hands not leaving your face.

“Ithan and I…” A cry cuts your off and you bring your hand up, wiping the back of it over your face, under your nose. “We broke up,” you bubble, shaking your head. 

Lidia looks shocked, her eyes going wide, her lips parting. She has always pointed out what a beautiful couple you are, how perfectly you fit. She has been the one to get the two of you together, having loved the thought of one of her best friends dating one of her boyfriend’s friends. And you have been a beautiful couple, but apperently Ithan decided to throw it all away because of his jealousy or whatever. Maybe he had his reasons, but he did not tell you them.

“Why?” Lidia asks carefully, lying down on the bed next to you. You shift a little, cuddling up to her, your head in the crook of her neck, her arm around you, hand softly stroking your back. 

“I don’t know,” you breathe, tasting the salty tears in your mouth. “He said I did not spend enough time with him. That I rather spend time with everyone else but him.”

Lidia huffs loudly and gives her head a little shake — as good as it possible why lying. “That is bullshit, you have been at his place every weekend.”

“That was not enough I think.” You brush your face over her shoulder, feeling a little guilty as there is already a damp spot on her shirt. “You think he really does not laugh me anymore?”

Lidia turns her head a little. “I think he still loves you a lot. He loved you so much before, he would not just stop loving you. I think he might have different reasons.”

And he had, but you only find out about them later, for now your are bathing in your pain, the ache in your chest only getting more rather than vanishing. 

Lidia stays with you that night, holding you in her embrace the whole night and letting you sob until you have no tears left to cry. 

You wake up in the morning with red puffy eyes, your face swollen and your throat dry. Lidia and you have breakfast together, and later you make yourself a girls day, filled with face masks, and nail care and movies. She tells you that she sent Ruhn away last night, telling him that you were her priority then and he understood. He understood. He understood other than Ithan, that there sometimes are other priorities but that she still loved him the same way. 

It is a week after your breakup when Lidia is once again in your room, rummaging around in your closet. “That one?” She tosses a bright red and way too short dress at you and you huff a no.

“Well then that one?” Now a black dress comes flying at you and Lidia throws you a warning look when she leans backwards and looks at you around the door of your closet. 

You pick the dress up and look at it, it has low cut outs and some transparent pieces. You pull one shoulder up, shrugging a little. “I am not sure.” You are not sure for more than one reason. You don’t feel yourself so much after the breakup with Ithan, you don’t know if you will feel comfortable and secondly, it was Ithan's favourite dress on you. Would this just rip open the wounds again? You aren’t sure, but when you meet Lidia’s pleading eyes you say yes. It is Ruhn’s birthday party — he is celebrating at a club and you really did not want to go but Lidia was persistent, saying you need to get out again, mingle a little and really need the distraction. So you agreed. She also said she would really like to have you there, not yet having fully connected with Bryce and would love to have her best friend with her. So you agreed not wanting her to be alone, but in the back of your mind regret takes root. You know Ithan will be there as well. Ruhn was his friend, he was definitely invited. 

A cab drops you off at the venue, a long lineup of club goers already waiting to get inside. But Lidia takes your hand, pulling you past those people, past the people smoking outside the club, until you come to a halt in front of the door and a big Hulk-like male that gives the two of you a once over. 

“We are on the guest list for Ruhn Danaan,” Lidia says casually. The man checks but still asks to see your IDs. He checks them as well and lets you pass with the wave of his hand. 

You heart is thrumming in your chest when you follow Lidia through the crowd of dancing people, strobe lights flash from above and all around you, otherwise the club would be completely dim. 

“He is here!” you shout to your best friend over the loud music, pointing forward, your heart now beating in your throat. 

“I know, I am sorry, Y/N,” Lidia says, squeezing your hand tightly while pulling you with her. Seeing Ithan would anyway be inevitable, but still your stomach churns as you have no idea how to approach him. Would you two speak?

Ithan’s eyes, full of pain and an emotion you cannot quite place, land on you the moment you get up the VIP area and Lidia greets her boyfriend with a passionate kiss. YOu obviously follow, wishing him all the best for his birthday before greeting the others. 

Ithan watches you with a stoic expression when you wave your hand at him. He does not greet you, just looks at you and your heart cracks open. It is like he is blaming you. Like you made a mistake while he was the one to break up with you. Tipping his glass to his lips he downs it in one gulp. 

You are getting angry, your gaze holding his until arms wrap around your waist from behind you.

Tristan’s head appears next you and he beams. “Hello, beautiful. Haven't see you in a while, how are you?”

“Fine,” you mumbled, trying to turn in his hold or rather leave his embrace. But then—

“You want to dance?”

“I was just about to offer you a drink,” —Tristan holds up two glasses—- “but dancing sounds like fun.”

“Drinking as well. Thank you!” You take the glass from his hands, clink his with it and then down it in one. He does the same. 

If Ithan thinks that you spend too much time with the other boys, which was bullshit, you would show him how much you love spending time with them. It was super silly and on the edge of childish, but he had no right to be pissed right then, he was the one who broke up with you. 

You follow Tristan who is holding you hand onto the dance floor, he turns you to him, grinning brightly. "I assume we are trying to make wolf-boy jealous?”

“He is already jealous,” you groan, moving your hands up chest his chest, feeling his strong muscles underneath the shirt while his own hands find their place on your waist. 

“Yeah, but I think we are just adding oil to the fire.” A wicked glint appears in Tristan’s, his hands just moving his hands a little lower. “He has been miserable the past week,” Tristan shouts, leaning in, his lips brushing your ear.

“He broke up with me, you remember?” You tip your head to the side, eyes widening.

“I know, but you know why?” “Because apperently I have neglected him,” you grumble.

“Hmm.” You shake your head. 

He takes one hand of yours into his, swirling you away from him. Your hair shifts over your shoulder and lifts. Irritation coats your insides, but still you force a grin to your lips. Wanting Ithan to hurt just like you did — although you actually don't it. You don’t really know what you want. (imagine rude boy by Rihanna playing)

Flynn pulls you back to him while you sing a long to the text. Through the crowd you directly meet Ithan’s gaze, he has already been looking at you —glowering. Anger is etched into his features, his eyes like burning coals. 

Come here rude boy, boy

Is you big enough?

Tristan turns you a little, pulling you closer to him, his hands come to rest on your waist. You move your hands up, your butt grinding a little against his front. You continue singing, your eyes are closed. 

Come here rude boy, boy

Can you get it up?

But when you open your eyes again, you don’t see Ithan anymore. Has he left? Have you taken it too far?

You clamp down on the regret that bubbles up inside of you and turn back to Tristan, hands sliding up to his neck. 

“He has left,” you say matter-of-factly. Tristan parts his lips but right when he wants to say something, you feel another pair of hands on your hips.

“Fuck off, Flynn, get away from my girl!” Ithan growls behind you and you are pulled back towards his hard chest. You startle, fuming. “I am no longer your girl, Ithan!” you growl out when your head whips to him.

It looks like all life whooshes out of him, his eyes widen, his lower lip trembling. “We need to talk,”he shouts over the music, but you shake your head.

“Don’t tell me what I have to do!”

Ithan turns you in his hold, eyes full of pain when they catch your gaze. “Please, let us talk.”

Slowly you find yourself nodding, hurt radiating from every fiber of his body. “Okay,” you said and lean upwards a little, his scent of cologne, of wood and nature filling your nostrils. 

Ithan lets you lead, you guiding the two of you through the crowd of people until your are outside where people are lingering on the fringes, smoking. 

You try to find a place that is not so full of people and so you stop right next to the wall of the building, leaning against it and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Now?” You raise a brow.

“Forgive me please,” Ithan says, his voice quivering and hoarse. He braces his hands on the wall beside you, leaning closer. 

“All of a sudden? Did it really need Tristan and me dancing that you realise you made a mistake?” Ithan’s throat works on a swallow, will fury blazes through your veins. You glare at him, feeling tears burn behind your eyes. 

“No,” Ithan bites out, his hand forming a fist and he punches the wall a little. “Please, forgive me. I have been such an idiot. It all got too much. The weekend I broke up with you was the anniversary of Connor’s death. I just couldn’t handle my emotions. And then you went out with Lidia instead of me and helped Ruhn choose a birthday cake and I just once again felt like everyone I love is leaving me.”

A tears runs out of Ithan’s eye and your heart shatters. You place your hands on his shoulders, squeezing them. “Oh Ithan,” you breathe. Ithan’s mask slowly cracks open further, his lips quivering, his hands trembling. “You should have told me,” you say in a low voice, your own eyes watering.

“I tried to. But I thought you no longer loved me and I would just break up so you are not leaving me. It was stupid and selfish.”

“You are right it was stupid, but not selfish. You wanted to break you heart, Ithan. Oh gods!” You pull on his shoulders, bringing him closer to you, before curling your arms around his neck. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about the anniversary of Connor’s death.”

Ithan exhales loudly into the crook of your neck, his tears falling to your skin. “I did not want you to see me so weak.”

“Ithan you are my boyfriend, I want to see all of you. You are not weak if you mourn your brother’s death.” 

He pulls back a little, staring at you with big, pain-filled eyes. Another tears slips out of the corner and you quickly brush your thumb over it. “You boyfriend?” he whispers, the corner of his mouth tipping upwards. “So I am forgiven.”

“You shattered my heart into pieces, there is a lot more you have to do to make up for it, but yes, you are a little tiny bit forgiven.”

“I can promise some making up tonight. You are coming back home with me, yes?”

You smile at him. “Yes, but only if you promise that we talk about things from now on. Everything. I want you to share with me what you are feeling, what you are going through. I want you to talk to me about Connor. I don’t want you have to deal with that all alone.”

Ithan inclines his head and then leans in to kiss your forehead. “I promise I will!”

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟕𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 (𝟔) | 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫

finnick odair x fem!reader

summary: As a Victor from District 11, (Y/N) was close to the Victor of District 4 but the 75th Hunger Games turned everything upside down.

warning: mentions of death, violence

word count: 2.4k +

author's note: Hi! English isn't my native language and, even if I can read English text, I have practically never written in this language. So you will be my English practice lesson! Be indulgent, thanks ~

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟔 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐥

All the group walked together for a few blocks to go to the place chosen to shoot the propo.

Boggs led the way with his Holo, followed closely by Katniss and her friend, then Peeta and Finnick. Finally, the camera crew and the elite group were mixed behind them. (Y/N) had known Cressida and her gang since long before the 75th Hunger Games, when she had gone to one of their screenings. Since then, they have met from time to time over the years and they have come to like each other and respect their respective work.

So it was with them that she decided to walk through the Capitol, behind Finnick.

Indeed, since she had arrived among them, she had immediately sensed the look of the blond. She had felt it burn the back of her neck during the whole previous day's trip, even though he had never come too close.

He always stayed a good distance behind her.

Yet she sometimes saw him getting slightly closer, especially in dangerous situations such as when Katniss had sent her arrow between the buildings and everything had started to burn. When the car had finally exploded, she had heard the subtle sound of fabric rustling, and then, glancing back, she had noticed that he was now standing much closer to her. And so, even though his gaze remained fixed on the flames.

She was much more comfortable now that she stood behind him and was no longer in front.

However, it wasn't the unwanted attention that made her so uneasy. It was the fact that, now that she was confronted with him again, she was slowly realizing how childish her behavior had been over the past few weeks. Finnick was still the same kind, caring person who cared about nothing happening to her and helped anyone in need. Like Peeta right now, helping revise his text.

He wasn't the problem.

The Capitol and Snow were.

A small feeling of guilt crept into her. For holding him responsible, for directly accusing him and for wanting him to pay for crimes he did not commit.

Especially since she knew the way she acted would have hurt him before she even started.

Although she denied it in front of Johanna, she knew that her relationship with Finnick was more ambiguous than just a regular friendship. She had already had a few crushes in the 11th District while growing up, so the feeling wasn’t unfamiliar to her when she began to feel it again in contact with District 4’s Victor. Not at first of course, because of his overcharming side with the Capitol’s citizens, but later when she finally watched through his mask thanks to Johanna.

Since then, they knew there was something but neither of them had ever taken the first step.

They had flirted lightly over a drink, or they had happened a few times to dance together away from prying eyes. She had received flowers from a "mysterious stranger" and he sometimes found himself with notes scattered in his dormitory thanks to the complicity of Mags, who always looked at them with tenderness.

(Y/N), despite the anger, therefore knew very well what she was doing when she attacked him, then ignored him, and finally avoided him. And she was also fully aware of how petty it was.

However, she did not picture herself showing up now in front of him as if nothing had happened.

She was too afraid of his reaction.

So she continued to walk silently between Castor and Pollux while listening to him help Peeta with his text. She listened to him be the Finnick she knew.

When they got to a good filming spot and noticed the trap, the (H/C)-haired girl went with the two brothers behind the left arch. She saw Finnick going with the other blonde behind the right one.

She stupidly felt a little miffed that he didn't come with her like the old him would have.

The thought didn't last long as a hail of bullets rained down on them.

Once finished, the events chained themselves in an uncontrollable way until they found themselves trapped in the square and a huge black gasoline wave began to wash aground towards them.

Paralyzed, the girl from District 11 got the impression of being back five years ago, at 17, in front of the tsunami that submerged her own arena. She remembered the huge wave of water that shone in the midday sun and raced at full speed in her direction as she stood at the edge of the cornfield. She remembered the roar it made as it swept away everything in its path: the loose rocks from the rock face, the poorly rooted trees and the debris from the barrage that had been broken and released the disaster.

But a hand landed on her arm and pulled her violently back to start running.

So she ran until she was out of breath while staring at the back of Finnick's head and back. Holding his hand firmly now, she tried to focus on the warmth of his palm and the movement of his hair rather than the harrowing noises behind her.

They were almost to the building when he released his fingers from her grip.

"Go ahead." He said it as fast as he could, adrenaline racing through his veins. "Go to shelter!"

Then he turned around to pounce on a raging Peeta attacking Katniss. Shocked, she heard the sound of the Koch G36K carbine and the sound of glass breaking. The Star Squad ducked into a building, and (Y/N) went there with them. She climbed the stairs and got stuck there with the rest of them.

The wait was excruciating.

She saw the deep black liquid rise little by little in ripples until it reached the last step. It stagnated. Then it was totally sucked in from where it came from. She couldn't believe it for a few seconds before she suddenly relaxed.

Unaware of the arguments around her, she stayed in her corner, trying to calm her heartbeat and the images of her own Hunger Games which were flashing in front of her eyes. Water, blood, and bodies.

The almost familiar burning was sensed again on the back of her neck.

She did her best to make eye contact but by the time she raised her head, he had already turned away.

She continued on for the next few hours on automatic, thoroughly emotionally drained after the trauma of the wave that still haunted her nightmares five years later. So she felt nothing when they took refuge in a nearby building and witnessed the Leeds dying crushed or when her own face appeared on television among the deceased tributes. Still nothing when they plunged into the first well-lit underground passages.

An uncomfortable feeling, however, appeared when they went deeper and deeper into the sewers.

Having grown up outdoors in vast fields where she could see as far as the eye could see, she got the impression of being too tall for those long, narrow corridors where you could see nothing and where you could only do one thing: slowly move forward in line. After a while, Pollux began guiding them through tunnels filled with water up to their shoulders. Trapped, her breathing quickened along with her thoughts as the fire of panic began to spread into her veins.

The only thing that kept her from totally rocking was the presence of the older Victor who had moved right behind her from the moment the corridors started to narrow.

As soon as Lieutenant Jackson ordered the establishment of the camp, she was relieved. They were able to get out of the water and they switched on the big light above their heads. Just that, it helped her regain some control over herself.

She sat directly next to Finnick who stared at her, amazed. After weeks of actively avoiding his presence, he felt a flame of hope rekindle in his chest despite the circumstances. But he didn't know what to say. So, not wanting to embarrass her and not knowing if she was still comfortable being this close to him, he waited for her to speak.

However, exhausted by the day and too terrified that the blond boy no longer wanted her, she didn’t dare to speak for fear of not being able to withstand another dramatic event.

So neither of them spoke and the two fell asleep side by side.

It was several hours later that they woke up. Taken aback by the imminent arrival of the mutts, the whole group began to run to the exit. They lost half of their members on the way, but when they reached the ladder, renewed energy seized the troop.

(Y/N) took aim with her rifle and fired into the pile of mutts. Where she had never learned to handle weapons during her childhood or even during her Games because she had never been good at it, she had definitely learned to shoot with a firearm in the 13th District.

She managed to kill a few creatures before she heard her name being called above her by her teammates.

She let her shotgun rest against her hip before throwing herself on the ladder that would take her to the surface. Only Katniss, Finnick, and a few Star Squad members remained to go up before everyone was safe. Trusting them to protect her back, she hurried upstairs without glancing down. When she was safe, she watched Katniss climb the ladder before it was the blonde from District 4's turn.

With fear in her stomach, she watched him climb the rungs as fast as he could before one of the mutts emerged from the water below him and grabbed him by the shoulder. Unbalanced by the new weight, Finnick was torn from the ladder and fell back with the monster. But, fortunately, his muscles owed to years of swimming saved his life since he managed to hang on to the ladder three rungs lower and his arms and hands held on without letting go of the metal bars.

Resuming his ascent even faster, he finally managed to get out of reach.

(Y/N) got so relieved after feeling like her heart was going to stop during the boy's fall that she got the impression of floating. Running towards him, she jumped directly into his arms without waiting to see if he could catch her. It didn't miss, as he took two steps back with his new weight before being stopped by the tunnel wall.

Completely embraced, he couldn't believe it.

The two got themselves into their bubble as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her head in the crook of his neck, one hand holding the back of his opposite shoulder while the other was lost in his hair. Her legs wrapped around his waist. For his part, the blond encircled her waist with his arms and brought her closer to him as best he could. He also turned his head towards her to whisper sweet and reassuring words in her ear while placing soft kisses on her temple.

Their bubble burst, saddly, when they were called to order and time immediately caught up with them. (Y/N) broke away from Finnick but he was slower to release his grip on the girl's jacket, holding it regretfully until the last second.

However, everyone ran off under the fires of the Peacekeepers and the deadly blades ready to tear them apart along with the ground.

An hour later, they were in a safe place in the basement of a certain Tigris, whom (H/C) did not remember despite working as a stylist at the Hunger Games. All the adrenaline was progressively reduced to none. Everyone then isolated themselves in their corners, in different states of shock, to realize their loss.

The blond from District 4 slid against one of the walls of the large hiding place and took the hand of the girl from District 11 to pull her against him.

Sitting cross-legged, he made her sit in the hollow between his knees so that her whole side was pressed against his chest. He was able to wrap his arms around her waist again as she also wrapped hers around him: the closest one to him around his shoulders, and the other hand on his forearm to stroke gently with her thumb. Her head found its way back into his neck, and she gently rubbed her nose against his skin. He kissed her on her forehead and rested his head against the top of her hair.

Finally appeased, they remained like that for a little while.

"Tigris just told me the Peacekeepers were gone and we could go back upstairs for half an hour to shower if we wanted." Cressida announced as she descended the stairs before looking intently at the entwined duo at the back of the room. "We don't really smell the roses."

(Y/N) then remembered that they had indeed just come out of the sewers and that her scent must not really be the most enticing in the world. Embarrassed by her own scent and not having thought of it before jumping on Finnick, she slowly began to untangle herself from the embrace.

"No!" Finnick protested.

"I'm just going to wash up, I stink." explained the (H/C).

But the boy possessively tightened his grip on her and pulled her even closer to his chest, causing her face to land on his shoulder again. Realizing that he wasn't going to let her go anytime soon, she relaxed.

"Stay a little longer," he almost begged. "please."

And the girl accepted, nodding her head before moving her hand up from his forearm to put it on his shoulder to bring them even closer.

A happy sound escaped Finnick's throat.

Later, when they finally pulled away from each other and (Y/N) got out of the shower, she noticed that the blond's jacket had fallen to the floor. So she bent down and picked it up to put it up high, but a small piece of paper fell out of one of the pockets. Intrigued, she retrieved it before reading it.

"I'm fine, take care of you - (F/L)"

Remembering her own message, she gently put it back in the pocket before putting down his coat and returning to the hiding place.

When Finnick returned, they resumed the same position as before, even when Snow's face appeared on a hologram in the middle of the room and his voice echoed throughout it. At the end of his monologue, the mood among the team had changed; everyone knew what the next step would be.

Snow's Mansion.

[ambrosialdesire]

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[cgarttrailsandtails]

Sams and laes ships that I know of, sorted. DON’T JUDGE ME! And anything not stated here is cause I Don’t know it. Let’s gooo!

Yes/sure:

Solar x Ruin

Monty x Earth

Maybe:

Castor x Lunar and/or Pollux x Lunar

No:

Anyone x y/n -if you ship this you’re a f*cking simp

Anyone x bloodmoon- bm would kill them

Anyone x eclipse- cause he don’t deserve it

Earth x anyone other than Monty- just don’t separate them

Moon x Monty- why. Just why

Sun x Monty- no

Sun x foxy- it’s funny but no

Moon x foxy- does anyone even ship this one anymore?

Moon x solar- Solar most likely has trauma from his moon so that wouldn’t work

Sun x solar-they barely know each other

Earth x solar- the only one Earth loves like that is Monty

Solar x Lunar- I just don’t think so

Illegal:

Sun x moon -brothers

Sun x lunar -brothers

Sun x earth -siblings

Moon x lunar - brothers

Moon x earth- siblings

Earth x lunar- I can’t believe someone would ship this, but I’ve seen it

You get the gist

Anyway, feel free to tell me others that I missed.

[captainjacklyn]

Because I’m in a chaotic mood can I request specifically for Arcana Twilight, with a MC who has a pet ferret that hides in their sleeves and pops out to bite someone and it’s really hard to pry the ferret off.

Once the ferret bit Sirius in his balls and wouldn’t let go for a whole 5 minutes.

And the ferret basically acts like a cock block - 💀🤚

HOLY- I like your chaotic energy lets GOOOOOOOOO ! (Sirius your gonna suffer, you little sh*t). I really wanted to name the ferret so if you don't mind, it's name is gonna be precious. Literally precious.

You can ask me to change it ofc. Since the number of characters wasn't mentioned I assumed you wanted me to write for all of them and although I only accept at a maximum of three or was it four- ?

I'll make an exception but it won't be very long considering this is absolute crack.

Pairing(s) : spica x reader, Sirius x reader, pollux x reader, alpheratz x reader, arcturus x reader, Vega x reader.

Reacting to an Mc with a difficult pet ferret :

Alpheratz :

Keep that thing away from him-

No seriously he's covered in bite marks all over, just because you have an insanely overprotective, feral animal with you.

I just imagine him standing in front of you with his arm out displaying a very angry ferret on him.

Everything time he's about to do anything romantic the man is not met with your lips but the enraged bit marks of your so called 'precious'.

"Summoner- no- please- no I'm not scared-"

Rename that monstrosity and then we can talk peacefully, that thing is not adorable at all.

Arcturus

Oh brother-

I feel so bad for him because arcturus is all smiles while you're struggling to remove precious off his leg without RIPPING IT TO SHREDS.

How the hell did it get so strong ?!

"Precious, could you please let go off my boyfriend-"

"RAGNAGMANGANAGNMSBAGSNHG- !!!"

At first, arcturus found precious really cute and he still does. But it makes him a little bummed out knowing that it doesn't like him very much.

Don't be surprised when Arcturus starts to loose one or two fingers as your relationship lasts cause that animal of yours isn't gonna let that go.

Literally.

Pollux

I'm sorry- What is the difference ?

No but seriously those two have the same face for some reason. I can imagine the both of them just having a hissing contest as you just watch in disbelief.

Whenever you give precious more attention, he gets all pouty and waits for you to be done while sulking in a corner.

"Wha-! No I'm not jealous !"

"AHSJDKWGFYHKEWBN !!!"

I have no idea what a ferret sounds like so please bare with me You don't know what to do with those two.

It's difficult cause on one hand, you have pollux who is your wonderful boyfriend that seems to get jealous over an animal, and on the other hand (more like the other sleeve) you have precious who loves you as an owner and would probably chew his face into shreds.

...

choose summoner.

do it.

Vega

Now Vega finds your pet quite bothersome.

You need to understand that when this man says 'help' he means 'HOLY SH*T SAVE ME-'.

walks over to you asking if this...t h i n g..belongs to you.

It has a name ?

....

Precious ? Are you sure ?

....

Ok.

He frowns whenever he gets cockblocked by a fucking ferret, gets pouty and proceeds to also compete with it by that I mean your small as fuck killing machine.

"Summoner...Could you keep...precious away when we kiss..It keeps hissing."

Spica

This man is so confused.

Why does it hate him so much ?

He also doesn't understand why you're giggling about the whole situation. He got mauled by an animal the size of two apples, and you're laughing ?

"It's...protective..? Ha."

"..."

"Please throw it out the window."

Sirius

R.I.P this man's nuts cause they don't exist anymore.

No more nut to nut my guy.

Precious just won't stop biting, it just won't stop brutalizing this man's testicles I can assure you that.

But like..listen, as much as I dislike Sirius for being the asshole he is in the game and the fact that I'm a woman doesn't help.

I can still feel the pain- AND IT'S SO BAD !

He may have done some fucked up sh*t but that punishment is honestly not fitting the crime.

Cause like seriously-

PRECIOUS, PLEASE HAVE SOME FUCKING MERCY FOR THIS DUDE AND STOP TRYING TO SHOVE HIS BALLS DOWN INTO HIS SPINAL CORD !?

MY GUY DOESN'T EVEN HAVE BALLS ANYMORE, THOSE ARE JUST PANCAKES

Thank you for reading.

[xigeminorum]

"Would you still love me if I were a worm?" Part 2

Feat: Pollux, and Sirius

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Crack

Warnings: Mildly suggestive on Sirius' part of the story (we all know how he gets)

Navigation: Part 1: Spica, Alpheratz | Part 2

Pollux

"...Huh? Where's the punchline?" Pollux asks, voice slightly muffled with his cheeks adorably puffed out in mid-chew of a spoonful of pancake he shoved in his mouth moments prior. He's clad in his casual attire, sitting across you in a café you frequent together.

"There's no punchline. I am asking you." You fix him an expectant look as you repeat your question, "Would you still love me if I were a worm?"

Pollux tries his best not to gawk at you as if you've grown two heads. His bicolored eyes dart across your face, trying to gauge whether you're really expecting an answer from him or not. Seeing the unyielding gaze you're giving him, he deduces that you, in fact, are waiting for an answer to your rather odd question. He remains unresponsive for several seconds more. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think your inquiry had broken Pollux.exe.

“For how long are you going to resemble a mute?”

Pollux finally snaps out of his trance, swallowing his mouthful of pancakes before granting you a response, “Geez, give me a break, I just can’t believe you want me to answer that,” he grumbles, pushing the food around his plate with his cutlery, suddenly not finding his meal very appetizing. "I don't know... is this a trick question? Can I just answer with a no?"

"You can, but that'll only imply you wouldn't have taken an interest in me if—"

"What?! That definitely isn't it!” Pollux protests, not even allowing you to finish your statement. He runs a dainty hand through his soft locks in mild frustration. He really is the type who's easily worked up, you note. “But... you'd be a worm."

"And?" There’s a defiant tilt to your chin, as if you’re challenging him.

“I mean, how is that going to work for us? Should I start learning how to communicate with a worm? Would you still choose to love me if you were a worm and I am still me? ” You bite the insides of your cheeks to refrain from breaking into an amused grin as Pollux fires at you his barrage of questions, "If I ask you the same thing, how are you gonna answer then?"

"You're evading my question, I asked you first."

"Fine! Fine..." he trails off, mumbling barely audible words, which you somehow manage to discern are actually complaints. "Yeah, yeah, I'd still love or whatever the worm version of you."

"Now you're just saying that because you know I'd be disappointed otherwise."

He shoots you a disbelieving look, whining as he throws his arms in the air exasperatedly. "Y/n, Y/n, what should I do then? Why are you even asking me this? It's so weird..." His brows begin to furrow in concern. "With my luck, what if something bad happens to you because of me? I won't be able to forgive myself."

You give him a reassuring smile, dismissing his worries as you reach out to give a comforting poke on his cheek, which he playfully swats, a coy smile forming on his lips.

"Forget it then, Pol. But can I ask you another question?" You inquire saccharinely, trying to lighten up the mood.

He perks up and nods in agreement before taking a large gulp of his drink, happy to change the subject.

"Would you still love me if I were a louse?"

It's almost comical how fast he visibly deflates, shoulders sagging exasperatedly as he slumps back on his seat. "Y/n, Y/n, that question doesn't make sense at all either!" He exclaims.

You snicker as Pollux frowns, looking so done with your shenanigans. Scoffing, he gestures his hand in your direction. "What would you want me to do then? I'll just go with whatever you want."

You look at him dead in the eye as you reply, "Put me on your scalp and let me thrive there."

Pollux recoils in horror, heterochromatic eyes blown so wide you fear they'll fall out of their sockets. "The hell?! Y/n that's gross!"

Feigning being crestfallen by his reaction, you jut your lower lip out in a pout and painstakingly avert your gaze. Upon seeing your expression, Pollux immediately backpedals.

"Wait! Fine! What you said," he begrudgingly concedes. "On my scalp, you'd stay. Make it itchy I don’t care anymore. Go wild."

You can't help but cackle at his defeated tone, offering him a pleasant smile once you regain your composure.

"But, how are we even going to hang out if things are gonna be like that?" he sulks. His face crumples in a mix of deep thought and perhaps, the still lingering confusion your question had left in its wake. He's pensive for a moment as he mulls over his previous query, as if not being able to hang out with you would be his biggest problem in a scenario where you’re no longer a human.

"Well I don't know about you. In my case I'd literally be hanging on your hair strands," you wheeze when Pollux just raises a hand in surrender. "Don't fret about it too much, let's just say I’m still capable of human speech even as a louse. More chitchat time for us since we'd be practically glued together."

"That would be a different twist to having a conversation in my head," he notes thoughtfully.

"More like having a conversation with the parasite on your head."

"People who would happen to see me talking to you like that would think I'm a loony," Pollux murmurs, but after picturing himself getting caught in mid-conversation with you as a louse, he can't help but let out an amused snort. Shoving another spoonful of his food to his mouth, Pollux goes back to enjoying his meal as your conversation comes into a lull.

Suddenly remembering that you’ve been meaning to ask him to lend you his notes for a lecture you’ve missed when you’ve fallen asleep zoned out during the discussion in one of your classes, you call for his attention once again.

“By the way Pol, I’ve been meaning to ask you about—”

Pollux snaps his head in your direction with a dreadful look in his heterochromatic eyes.

"Please don't ask me 'would you still love me if I were a mosquito?' next and demand that I let you bite my arm and suck my blood dry," he pleads.

You blink at him before you roar with laughter as you double over. Pollux looks at you with an affronted expression, before eventually seeing the humor in it too as his shoulders shake when he laughs with abandon. In between your fits of laughter, you manage to assure him that you won't ask him questions like that again… for now.

Cue Pollux whining in protest.

Sirius

"Absolutely,” he confidently replies without even batting an eye. His eyes that fondly remind you of a kaleidoscope twinkle mischievously when he smiles at you. "For you I'd be a worm too, Summoner. I'd be keeping you company."

You snort a laugh as you nod approvingly. “Not the worst answer. You pass, I guess.”

His eyebrows quirk up at your remark. “Was that supposed to be a test? Such a strange way of phrasing it, I must say,” he comments before turning his head to focus on the path ahead.

Sirius gravitates closer to you as the both of you trek down the streets leading to the theatre to watch another play, which Sirius had insisted on buying tickets for, so you can watch it together. A comfortable silence envelopes you as you fall in stride with him. The sun is just beginning to set, but in spite of the fact that the day is coming to an end, there’s still a busy flow of people in the area that is yet to dwindle out.

"Do you know that some worms are hermaphrodites? An individual’s body has a set of both male and female reproductive organs,” Sirius muses out loud, breaking the serenity.

You turn your head to face the man beside you, paying attention to what he has to say as you expect him to further elaborate his little trivia.

Sirius meets your gaze, his lips pressed into a sly smirk. “If we are to live as one of them, we should pick a type that had long gone extinct, and repopulate it together."

You nearly trip, and almost choke on your own spit. "You did not just say that."

"Oh but I just did,” he pipes up, rather pleased of himself for a reason unbeknownst to you.

You give him the side eye as you brace yourself for whatever kind of nonsense he's going to blabber about.

“I'd finally have you all to myself. I don't mind whatever shape or form I'll have to take," he continues, not breaking eye contact, you note that they're sparkling in a way that you can't read what really lies on his mind. “The idea isn't extremely repulsive. Think about it, Y/n. No duty, no responsibility, and most of all, no… distractions.” Sirius lists each advantage he can think of, lifting a finger for each one.

"Yep, not happening," you proclaim.

"Is that rejection I hear? Lacking tact too, I see," he laments, clutching his chest in faux hurt. "You really do know how to wound a man, Summoner."

"Quit with the dramatics, that won't sway me," you chide.

“Let’s give it a chance. If things go awry we can always just return to our true forms,” Sirius stresses almost every word as if doing so will make you see his point, which you firmly believe is non-existent anyway. "So, what do you say if I tell you I’m more than ready to go and give it a try right here and then?”

"If you transform yourself into a worm right now I'd crush you under my shoe."

"Lovingly? A bit on the sadistic side, but I don't mind if you're into that. I'm always willing to try new things with you—"

"Sirius!"

"You're breaking my heart here." Sirius sullenly shakes his head, sighing dejectedly in an attempt to pull at your heartstrings.

You wrinkle your nose at his theatrics. "Why don't you tell me something about this play we're about to watch instead? You were so adamant in convincing me to watch it with you."

"Eager to drop the subject that you, yourself, were the one who brought it up in the first place?" he taunts, quirking an eyebrow teasingly.

You shoot him an unamused look. Eyes narrowing dangerously, to which Sirius only gives you a winning smile of his in return.

"Alright, I digress. As always, I picked only the best seats for us. Wouldn't want my wiggly worm to miss out on anything since what we're about to watch—"

"Your what? " you squawk as you turn to him in horror. Sirius opens his mouth to reply but just before he can say even more absurd things, you interject, "You are not calling me that."

"You may call me yours, too. It's the perfect pet name for us, is it not?" Sirius responds, deliberately ignoring your earlier demand.

"You better not be serious right now."

"How can I not when I actually go by that name?"

"Bye."

Intent on leaving him behind, you quicken your pace. Not wanting to garner the attention of the other people passing by, you resist the urge to become a runner and a track star just to increase the distance between the two of you. Your attempt turns out to be futile anyway, for within a few long strides, Sirius manages to keep up with you with no trouble at all, smiling down at you brightly. You silently curse his long legs.

You can only hope that he won't actually keep on calling you that horrendous and absolutely not flattering pet name he came up with. The nerve of this man, you initiated this conversation expecting that you'll get a few good laughs out of it because of his reactions. But this man pulled an uno reverse card by turning you into his source of entertainment instead.

Sirius slips his hand into yours and gives it a tentative squeeze. "I meant every word I've said Y/n. Well, atleast most of it." He playfully winks as the both of you enter the doors of the building hand in hand.

a/n: I hope you'll find it in yourself to enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed the writing process.

I didn't expect I'll have that much fun, haha. Once I've laid down the general idea, the characters pretty much wrote their own dialogues and I just went with the flow. Busying myself in making this helped me cope from the lack of new in-game content 🤧 let's all hang in there. xx

[minaakirarikou]

(It's been a long time since I posted a AT Fics and I have a new one today 🤭)

ArcanaTwilight characters reaction to reader as a maid♡

AT x tomboy/a bit girly!Reader/yn

(don't worry, you have shorts unlike other anime's that doesn't wear shorts😉)

It's the final day of this academy then it's the weekends, after your class you headed to your dorm with arcky and pollux but then, you over heard them in the halls so you listen what they are saying

"I've never seen someone wear pants as a girl" Alpheratz said, "I know Y/n is a badass girl but, maybe she could try to act like....cute?" Sirius said. "Ya! Don't speak like that, maybe they could get uncomfortable.." Said to pollux "I know but it seem that it wasn't....feel it a bit" said to Vega.

You felt kinda hurt a bit, But you Ignore them and went on to your dorm. After you changed to your outfit and think for your selves, "I think I should get a job" So you go outside and look around.

There wasn't enough store to hired you but there is one that caught your eye and that is the "Maiden Cafe" you were skeptical about it but, this is your really last chance to get a job. You got hired and they started to make you their new maiden. And it was getting smoothly Until....

"Yo guys I'm getting a bit hungry, I'm going somewhere else to eat" pollux said "W-wait for me to!" Said to arcturus "...maybe going somewhere won't hurt at least" Said Vega

"Alright then let's go somewhere to eat" Spica said. they were out of the school and started to look for a place to eat, pollux caught one cafe that he was going to go "Hey guys let's go to this one I think it's new"-pollux "...well looks like the restaurants are pretty full but sure"-spica

Oh sweet Mother of Cake pop, they did not expect to be this cute on you

As they walk in the cafe, there you are the most cutest thing that they ever see, you in a maid out, Your hair is curly with a bow on it, the smile that you give the customer a Cake. You were perfect maid for it.

As you were going to get the the next order, you saw your friends standing there... speechless and you? You were embarrassed by it.

Arcturus begin to squeal how cute you are, pollux began to blush harder, Vega... let's say he almost fainted, Sirius Half embarrassed and half smirked at you Pls someone get a pan to knock him out, Alpheratz he bluhsed at you (and nose bleeds), spica there is a bit of red.

"Welp...looks like this one is gonna be hard" as you spoke.

[filthsthings]

Hello, goodbye. {F.O}

divider's from @lootbox

pairing: Finnick Odair x Reader.

s.t: drabble

summary: your first and last meeting with the darling of the capitol.

warning(s): death, violence.

a/n: so there wasn't a specific timeline that was said during the rebellion against the capitol... so I just put that it was two years for them after the quarter quell... just imagine this as au if I'm wrong :)

"Katniss, hi. Y/F/N, 70th" you extended a hand with a smile at the girl in front of you.

The one and only, girl on fire.

she returned a sad smile when she accepted your hands. "how did we get here, huh"

"katniss." a third voice called the attention of the both of you.

"hello Finnick"

"do you want a sugar cube? I mean it's supposed to be for the horses but... I mean who cares about them right? They got years to eat sugar" he said while showing a single cube in his hands. "whereas, you and I? if we something sweet we better grab it." you almost thought that the last part was directed to you as he was looking at you while draggin the words out of his tounge.

you cleared your throat, hoping to get rid of the tension. "well, uhm, i'll go back now."

"oh you must be Y/N. district 8?"

"um yup, that's me. nice meeting you katniss, finnick." the smile that rose from the man's lips didn't go unnoticed when you fled the area.

"Happy anniversary, my love," the man sitting next to you said in a hushed tone.

"What a great place to spend the occasion"

"I remember so clearly the way you looked when we first met. That yellow dress of yours made my guts fall to the ground."

"oh yeah, that outfit of yours wasn't half bad, actually."

stillness surrounded you, contented with the arms around you.

"two years of us, nick," you smiled "two years of fighting too" a sob escaped your lips.

The man pulled you closer to him, silently enjoying the eerie calmness surrounding both of you and your teammates. He's scared that one of you will not be able to make it out alive. but he will never admit it. not that you don't know.

Hushed voices that came from a distance woke you from your light sleep.

"What is that?" you heard Jackson said.

"We gotta go. we gotta get out of here now"

"Keep your voice down." said gale.

"mutts! they released mutts!"

the voice seemed blurry and stuck in your ears as panic started making it's inside you.

"pollux, what's the fastest way out?"

"go go go go"

the deaf man leads the group to the nearest passageway out of the sewer.

"I'll go last" you announced to the group.

as you helped and looked out for any danger, you heard the hushed voices getting closer and increasing.

"y/n?" Finnick called. "c'mon, baby. we gotta move"

and bam... you didn't collect how it started but suddenly you were fighting lizard-looking people.

everything was a blur while the action happening. your hands were growing tired with how heavy your gun was and punching every now and then.

you got a chance to be near Finnick and you didn't waste it.

"I love you Finnick." while pushing him to get on the stairs and follow the others.

it wasn't long after you felt a claw digging into your thighs and arms. you tried to fight it by shooting them but no bullet was set free.

"KATNISS" you hoped that katniss understood you.

"NO NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING NO!!" was the last thing you heard from the man you hoped you could spend your life with before you were consumed by heat.

[glitteryglitter]

Be Alright

𝙰𝙽: I'm sorry this took ages! I hope it's alright! Also, I think I made it so fluffy you might get a toothache. Sorry!

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: Mentions of violence

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Cressida X Capitol! Fem! Reader

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 848

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Y/n knew this wasn't going to be easy.

Coin's Execution was happening very very soon and she was panicking.

Katniss was actually doing the executing itself, meanwhile, Pollux, y/n, and her girlfriend Cressida were working with the media.

They'd been practicing their strategies for camera angles and sound systems for a while now and it simply wasn't helping anyone calm down, no matter how much they tried.

"We'll be fine, there's no need to worry, everything is going as planned, we just need to finish setting up and everything will be alright"

Y/n had begun mumbling incoherently for the past 5 minutes and truly felt like she was going insane.

Finally, her girlfriend couldn't take it anymore and pulled her aside.

"Listen, this isn't easy for anyone, but I know you will be fine. I'll be right here with you. You're one of the most capable people here, and I know we'll get through this."

"Thank you, Cressida. You're right, we'll be fine."

She nodded and flashed Y/n a small smile.

"Let's finish setting up. It's only a few more cameras."

Pollux, who had been eavesdropping (even though he'd never admit it) nodded.

After some time, a crowd had assembled.

It was time for the execution and Y/n was positively shaking.

She'd never been to an execution before, let alone film it.

Plus, however cruel Snow had been, she still wasn't exactly in love with the idea of watching someone get killed.

She tried to shake it off though.

She had a duty to fulfill, and she was going to record everything that happened.

It was important work!

Finally, it was time.

Y/n focused her camera on Katniss.

The two had become friends in their time at their bunker.

She knew Katniss didn't like the idea of killing another person, but unfortunately, there was no other way.

"Come on, you can do this," Y/n whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

She looked to her left where Cressida was focused on her camera.

She noticed and took Y/n's hand.

Y/nn offered a small smile, "We'll get through this, no matter how crazy things seem" she thought.

Katniss took some deep breaths, then released her arrow, but it wasn't Snow that fell to the ground.

No, it was Coin.

As The silver-haired lady fell, Y/n stopped breathing.

What was happening?

Chaos ensued.

Y/n felt her head spinning, she saw her girlfriend reaching out, trying to catch her, and then, nothing.

"Y/n, I'm here, it's fine. You're safe!"

Cressida gently shook her girlfriend.

Y/n was curled up and still shivering.

Once again, Cressida shook her, a bit harder this time.

Slowly, she relaxed a bit as her eyes fluttered open.

"I'm sorry, I keep on having that dream, with Coin, and you, and Snow and he -"

"Y/n, it's okay. Come with me."

Cressida took her rather sleepy girlfriend by her hands and they walked through their apartment.

They'd moved there several years ago after things had calmed down and they could return to the capitol.

It was, of course, where they were both from, and felt most at home.

The two eventually made it to the kitchen.

Cressida filled a kettle with water and put it on the stove, meanwhile, Y/n got an idea.

She poked at the radio she'd set up in the kitchen, It beeped quietly for a few seconds.

Cressida eyed the teapots on a shelf.

Just as she'd chosen one from the many, she nearly dropped it as a song came blasting from the tiny radio Y/n had insisted on getting.

It must have been an older song, Y/n had certainly never heard it, but it didn't matter.

She turned to see Y/n dancing with a huge smile on her face.

"What?"

Cressida raised her eyebrows.

"Y/n it's two in the morning!"

It's never too late to have fun!"

She sighed.

Her girlfriend did have a point.

"Fine"

Y/n pulled Cressida along with her and the two danced around their kitchen until the song ended.

The tea kettle began to whistle and Y/n poured it into the pot she'd selected.

The scent of chamomile filled the room as she filled two cups of tea.

"Thank you, Cressida"

Her girlfriend looked up from her tea, confused.

"For what?"

"This. Waking me up when I have nightmares, making tea at two am because I can't sleep, calming me down. You're always there for me and it means a lot."

Cressida took her hand.

"Y/n, you know I love you, right?"

She nodded.

"I want the best for you, if this happened to me, I know you'd do the same. Now, will you dance with me?"

Cressida took Y/n's hand as she'd seen the princes do in the movies her girlfriend was always watching.

She smiled brightly,

"I thought you'd never ask"

Even though the radio was still only playing commercials, it didn't matter.

As the two waltzed around their kitchen with their little radio playing in the background and chamomile tea getting colder by the second, they knew neither of them would've wanted it any other way.

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